MY friends could never understand why I went in for mental nursing.
I could have stayed on at the Yorborough Infirmary, as ward-sister,
but I disliked the matron and knew few people in the place. Then
I had heard, too, that mental nursing was less poorly paid, and
I had a certain amount of influence behind me, since my uncle had
been for many years the chief medical officer of the Raddlebarn
Asylum.
I went from the Yorborough Infirmary to The Haven. It was a large
place, one of the best semi-private asylums in the north, and certainly
the oldest. I liked the work. I was strong and happy. I did not
worry, and the other girls were lively. We had dancing and music
and private theatricals, and a really good hockey team. But after
a time the routine became too monotonous, and I took up private
nursing. The home, which adjoined the asylum, was in charge of
the same committee that managed The Haven, and, since most of the
nurses had been trained at The Haven, I was among friends.
One Monday in August three years ago-I remember it was the first
Monday in the month-the matron after breakfast called me into her
room. I can picture the scene quite clearly: Miss Simpson, with
her cheerful face and white cap, seated at her desk, with a tea-tray
at her elbow and her old grey parrot in the bow window pecking
impatiently at the husks in his seed-tin.
`I want you,' she said, `to go to this case, a Miss Avenal; some
sort of nervous breakdown, I gather; but you had better read the
doctor's letter for yourself. It should be light work, more of
a companion than anything else, and since you've had some rather
unfortunate experiences lately, I felt it only fair to offer it
to you. It will mean leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I understand
Miss Avenal has taken rooms

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where is p align="justify" MY friends could never understand why I went in for mental nursing.
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but I disliked what is matron and knew few people in what is place. Then
I had heard, too, that mental nursing was less poorly paid, and
I had a certain amount of influence behind me, since my uncle had
been for many years what is chief medical officer of what is Raddlebarn
Asylum.
I went from what is Yorborough Infirmary to what is Haven. It was a large
place, one of what is best semi-private asylums in what is north, and certainly
what is oldest. I liked what is work. I was strong and happy. I did not
worry, and what is other girls were lively. We had dancing and music
and private theatricals, and a really good hockey team. But after
a time what is routine became too monotonous, and I took up private
nursing. what is home, which adjoined what is asylum, was in charge of
what is same committee that managed what is Haven, and, since most of the
nurses had been trained at what is Haven, I was among friends.
One Monday in August three years ago-I remember it was what is first
Monday in what is month-the matron after breakfast called me into her
room. I can picture what is scene quite clearly: Miss Simpson, with
her cheerful face and white cap, seated at her desk, with a tea-tray
at her elbow and her old grey parrot in what is bow window pecking
impatiently at what is husks in his seed-tin.
`I want you,' she said, `to go to this case, a Miss Avenal; some
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doctor's letter for yourself. It should be light work, more of
a companion than anything else, and since you've had some rather
unfortunate experiences lately, I felt it only fair to offer it
to you. It will mean leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I understand
Miss Avenal has taken rooms
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